Yancey and Sandy Brown and family

New York, New York

October 21-25, 2010

Since I'm behind it's taken me a while this morning to remember back a month ago as to exactly when we left for Walton, New York, but it was during the day time. I'm thinking early afternoon is when we left the house and made it as far as the bypass on the southeast side of Cleveland where we stopped to sleep at a La Quinta.

The following morning we continued on our journey and made it to Mr. Yancey Brown's home by mid afternoon. Yancey led us to a cabin about 30 minutes from his house near Downsville that belonged to one of his landscaping/yard mowing clients. We stayed in a rustic but remodeled cabin that belonged to a man that lives in NYC, currently works in Albany and formerly worked in the City for Rudy Guliani. Yancey said the man had more than one or two other homes where he was able to hang his hat. I was curious as to the last time he and his wife were there as the cabin was decorated with Halloween items and autumn décor. The wood-burning stove in the middle of the cabin kept us busy the first several hours to get the chill out and also got us in the rustling leaves and hot chocolate kind of mood. There wasn't time to sit and drink hot chocolate, however, as we had to unload and get dressed to go sing in Walton, crossing the Mighty Delaware on our way into town.

We enjoyed a very nice evening of music at Riverside Alliance Church as not only Bobby and the kids sang, but Yancey sang about 3 songs before Bobby came up, but Yancey also asked his 2 daughters, Bethany and Emily, to sing a song together and they did a great job. The interesting thing about Bethany and Emily is that both girls have Cystic Fibrosis. Both girls know the rigors of dealing with disease and disability but neither one allows what Satan has come against them with to slow them down or hinder their testimony in song.

The following day was spent sleeping in (a little bit), a leisure breakfast at the cabin, showers and school. We opted out of school on Wednesday at home because I was so busy and decided to, instead, do school while we were sitting in a cabin on Saturday with nothing else to do. The beauty of home school is you schedule school when it suits you best. I do like that aspect.

When it was time we got ready and drove toward Roscoe to Horton Brook Free Methodist Church but it wasn't easy. If I didn't know where we were I would have guessed we were in West Virginia. It was a mountainous, curvy drive but when we landed in a beautiful hollow at the church I got out of the van and could hear the roar of a happy creek at the edge of the gravel parking lot just yards away. I've always thought I'd love to build a home near a creek just like that. In the spring I'd open my bedroom window and let the sound of that rushing water lull me to sleep.

We had a really good time that evening as Yancey and Sandy and the kids came out, although they didn't sing. The people were responsive, too, and that always makes things more interesting. Coffee, cake and cookies were served after the service and then we started back to the cabin. However, we got a little turned around somehow and thought we might have been lost. Finally, we figured out how to make use of the GPS and realized we were very close to Downsville.

That was a rough night with little sleep as Grace decided she didn't want to settle down. We were in bed by 11:00 but because Grace was upset, Hope (bless her, Lord) began singing to her. The girl sang for 45 minutes and Grace still wasn't happy. So just a little before midnight Hope came in our room and complained that Grace was still upset and when she's upset she kicks Hope. I felt bad for Hope but I was so sleepy I didn't do anything. Don't know what I could have done anyway.

To make a long and not so memorable story short, Bobby and I drifted off to sleep about 5 times in two hours and had to rise at 5:00 in order to load up and leave the cabin by 6:00. What I've noticed is that there are so many Saturday nights that Grace doesn't want to settle down which keeps many or most of us up much longer than we should be on a Saturday night which hinders the anointing. It means I have to pray extra hard the next morning. (wink) I started to make light of the situation for just a second but there is something to that. Satan is happy to distract us, tire us, frustrate us, and cause us to grow weary in well doing, seeking to cause us to be ineffective in what we do. It's not a coincidence that it's Saturday nights when this happens.

It wasn't fun but we got everyone and everything loaded in the dark and cold rain and headed toward Liberty, New York. It turned out to be a nice day in spite of the dreary beginning. We ministered at Liberty Free Methodist Church where Yancey and Sandy and the kids showed up one more time. Liberty had two morning services and Grace and I skipped the first one in order for me to feed her and change her out in the van.

I enjoyed the second service where Bobby and the kids sang and then Pastor Dick Devendorf gave a great message called "How To Be More Than Happy."

After service we soaked up some good conversation with a couple of different people and then the Brown's and us had lunch together where, by this time, it was easy for us to converse and have a good time together as we'd spent most of the weekend together. Faith felt so comfortable with Yancey and Sandy's youngest, Riley, that she forgot her manners and poured out her sincerest feelings for the poor boy. She is NOT my daughter.

The couple taking the picture with Bobby and I attend Liberty Free Methodist and Hope, recognizing them from church, hugged them immediately. You just never know what a hug will do for someone. They approached us at our table just before they left and let us know our meal was paid for! We couldn't believe it that just a hug inspired someone to show such a nice gesture. The couple wasn't going to tell us what they were doing but they didn't trust the Pizza Hut staff to let us know.

From Liberty we drove south about 2 hours to Boonton, New Jersey where my long-time friend (and distant relative) Michele (Bontrager) Marshall lives with her husband, Garrett and their two children, Dylan and Mikayla.

We sat down to a delicious dinner with the Marshall's and they opened up their home for us to spend the night. The kids had a blast playing down in the finished basement while Mickie and I figured out where everyone would sleep. It was great to catch up with her after years of not seeing each other. So many things have happened since we used to see each other on a regular basis. The common thread I suppose, for both of us, was the passing of our mothers, which is how we're distantly related.

The following morning we tried to stay out of their way as the kids got ready for school and Mickie got them out the door and down the street, and then she and I visited just a little more while Garrett took Bobby to Wal Mart to get a new battery for the van.

Yes, a battery for the van because the night before after arriving at the Marshall's it died. I had the lights on for about 3 or 4 minutes without turning on the engine so I could see what clothes I was selecting in the trailer, when Bobby came out and scolded me for it. He said the engine had been sluggish, which is something I didn't know, and sure enough when he tried to start it, it didn't turn over.

Bobby had the new battery installed in no time and finally, after lots of tips and advice from Mickie and Garrett, we were off toward the City. We prayed as we drove and asked the Lord to give us favor and protection that day, specifically asking Him to lead us to a good parking spot. Mickie and Garrett advised us to leave our trailer parked at a hotel just before crossing the bridge into the city.

We had just prayed when about 5 minutes later we were in the Meadowlands and Bobby looked at the dash and then looked at me and said he just didn't have a good feeling about driving in. He said the van was sort of missing or hesitating just a little bit and he felt it was a warning. Our 3-day stranding in Decatur, Alabama was still fresh in our memories and we knew that being stranded in New York City would be much more costly.

Many folks that we've spoken to have suggested to us that we should have parked our van AND trailer and taken the train in to the city. However, we didn't think we could do that so easily with Grace's wheelchair.

So with great disappointment, yet with surprising trust I told Bobby that if he thought we should turn around and go home to please do it. Sometimes you just know you shouldn't argue with your husband but trust that he's doing the right thing even when your plans are destroyed or your expectations aren't fulfilled. I wish I could tell you why that happened; tell you that we were spared from a terrorist attack or from even some minor disaster. Just like not knowing why it didn't work for Bobby and I to leave the kids with the Johnsons in September and take a little honeymoon in Florida, I can't tell you why I didn't get to make my first visit to NYC – something I had been longing to do since we were first married.

We had a pleasant drive all the way to Chambersburg, Pennsylvania where we had the salad bar at Ruby Tuesday. Bobby mentioned that it was a shame that we couldn't find something to do in the area for the following week since we'd be coming right back to the same area the next weekend.

We stopped to sleep in Grantsville, Maryland and the following day endured a rough ride home through the hills and curves of West Virginia and eastern Kentucky.